#questions nettes

[ambrosykim]

what if i replayed bg3........

[cheesuschristman]

Kinda feel bad for liking she/her bc imposter syndrome and the not-trans-enough-ness 😔

Anyway pronouns update, you can use she/her on me, it has been legalized ‼️

[piracytheorist]

I feel the need to impart upon you the knowledge of a counting-out rhyme song (like eeny meeny miny moe) from the specific part of Greece I grew up in, translating pretty much to:

"*gibberish* bam, and ZWAN ham, and Tarzan's ass smells like shampoo."

[no-144444]

Hiyaa there!! Can I pls request a scenario with Oscar. Reader never had her first kiss (and that makes her nervous) and they talk about it and he's being really patient and gentle with her like hugs her closer kisses her and it's really cute and fluffy😊 that would be adorable and it's so Oscar. Thank youu!!!

first kisses- o.piastri

summary: being jack wolff's nanny is a pretty sick gig, especially when your old friend is an f1 driver and is interested in you...

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader

part one part two part three

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23 with no romantic prospects probably should’ve made you feel worse about yourself than it actually did. Yes, you occasionally wondered what it would be like to have someone to love and cherish, but you knew it wasn’t exactly realistic. You were extremely busy, like, all the time. Being Jack Wolff’s live-in nanny was quite the chore, despite him being only one child. Don’t get me wrong, he was well-behaved and sweet, but he still had a packed schedule of going to F1 races every now and then. When he wasn’t spending his weekends in the Mercedes garage, he was busy spending them in his own garage. Jack was in the beginning stages of his karting career, and he was damn good at it too. He loved the rush of trying to go as fast as he possibly could through every corner, every chicane, every straight. When he took his helmet off after a race and ran straight to you, it was one of the best feelings in the world. You loved Jack like a little brother, he adored you like a second mother. 

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“Why did we have to get up so early?” he yawned as you walked through the Harry Reid airport, just after landing in Las Vegas. Due to the fact that Jack was two public figures’ son, you two always got the craziest flight times to avoid crowds. 

You smiled, picking him up and placing him on his suitcase so he could sit while you pushed him. “Because your mom and dad missed you,” you explain. “And they want to see you as soon as possible.”

“I could’ve waited a little longer,” he mumbled. 

“Das ist nicht nett,” (that is not nice) you chuckled. “They miss you, and you haven’t exactly been very good at texting them back.” 

“But we could’ve had a race this weekend,” he whined. 

“We do, you’re just not racing in it,” you smirked as he rolled his eyes. All 7 year olds really were sassy. 

“Do you want me to ask your dad if we can go to a track for a little bit of the weekend?” you offered after watching his sad face.

The frown on his lips instantly turned into a smile. “Yes please! You’re the best!” 

The kid knew how to play you, you’d give him that. 

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It was 7am when you finally got checked into the hotel, and it was finally time for Jack to go see his parents. As much as he pretended he didn’t, most nights than not he would sneak into your bed and ask you to call one of them, so much so that you’d just made a time where you called each of them so he could talk. He had been getting better at the whole ‘long distant parenting’ but it still hurt him sometimes. Sometimes, he just wanted his dad, but his dad was 3,500km away at a race where their car was a piece of shit. 

You knocked on the door of their hotel room and it immediately opened to reveal a very excited Susie. “Jack!” she cheered, picking him up in his arms and hugging him tight as he giggled. Toto wrapped his arms around the both of them as they all reunited. 

You 4 have breakfast together where you popped the question about going to a kart track at some point over the weekend and they begrudgingly agreed, upset that they’d miss out on precious ‘Jack time’, but understanding of his want for more track time all the same. You had agreed to join them in the garage for the morning though, since seeing everyone again was nice. 

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“God, I’ve created a monster,” Toto joked as you both sat and watched Susie showing Jack around the garage. 

You chuckled. Jack was obsessed with anything to do with cars. He loved his kart more than anything, and h e couldn’t wait to move up into single seaters. He also had a mechanical engineer as a nanny, which probably didn’t help all that much. “We’ve created a monster. I’m the one teaching him about tire temp and degradation,” you chuckled as Toto just put his head in his hands jokingly.

“How are you?” he turned to you. “Any news?”

“Nothing new, just Jack’s news, I guess,” you shrugged. To be honest, you loved your life. You loved nannying Jack, you loved living in Monaco, you loved being at a kart track every single weekend, but you knew that wasn’t the typical experience of every young adult. 

Toto squinted his eyes. “How are your friends?” 

“They’re good, we went over to London the other week to go see them, since Jack had a race there on the weekend,” you explained, knowing what Toto was trying to say. “Don’t worry about me, I’m taking care of myself just fine.” 

He nodded. “We worry about you too,” he shrugged. “You’re like another daughter to us, we want you to be happy.”

You smiled. “I am.”

“And any boyfriends-?”

“Shut up!” you playfully hit him to stop the awkward conversation that would follow. “Enough Toto.”

“What?” He feigned innocence. “I can’t be interested in your dating life?”

“Nope,” you shook your head. “No you can’t.” 

“Y/n!” Jack shouted as he ran over to you. “Can we go to the track now please?” 

You looked to Toto, who nodded, then off you went to go grab Jack’s things and get into the car. When you pulled up to the track and got him stretched and warmed up, you watched as he circled the track while Toto and Susie went over strategies for the weekend in the cafe of the place. Toto had booked it out for Jack (mostly so he or you wouldn’t get papped, but also because that’s how Jack likes tracks when he’s practising), or so you thought. About 40 minutes into you being there, half of the McLaren garage showed up in papaya, apparently ready to race.

“Hey Toto,” Zak smiled. “Jack’s looking fast out there.”

“Hi Zak, what’re you doing here?” 

“Racing,” he chuckled. 

“We’re supposed to have it booked out for the day,” Toto argued. 

You came in as the two men started getting heated (which didn’t take much) and pulled them away from each other as Susie went outside to keep an eye on Jack. “What’s the issue?”

“We have the track booked out, and they want to race,” Toto scoffed. 

“We also have the track booked out,” Zak explained. “Also hi Y/n, nice to see you.”

“Nice to see you too,” you smiled at him. “So just let Jack go until they’re done getting ready, they do a session, Jack does a session, and so on. We need to get out of here at 3 anyway, and you and Susie are leaving earlier.” 

They both pondered the deal, feeling rather stupid for not being able to compromise on their own. 

“Sounds fair,” they both said at the same time, then they went back to their respective groups. 

You went out to tell Jack, who agreed quickly, wanting to watch what the F1 drivers would do in a kart. You two watched at the sidelines as they went around the track, Jack literally taking notes beside you as you watched one kart only. Oscar Piastri. 

Oscar and you had been friends in boarding school, and you’d always had this inkling he liked you, but he never acted on it before you left school, so nothing ever came of it. You had definitely liked him back though. He was so nice to you, so sweet, so funny. He was just… Oscar. 

As Jack got back on track, Oscar came over to sit with you. “Hey,” He smiled. 

“Hi,” you smiled back, scooching over so there would be more space for him. On track was Jack v Lando, and Jack was winning. 

“How are you?” he asked. 

“I’m good, thanks, you?”

“Great,” he smiled. “It’s really nice to see you again.”

“It’s really nice to see you again.”

“I thought I’d seen you around the paddock but then I realised how strange that sounded so I just chalked it up to my imagination, which is an even weirder thing but, yeah. It’s nice to know you’re not just a figment of my imagination,” he chuckled, awkward and shy, just how you remember him. 

You laughed. “Yeah, not a figment of your imagination, just Jack’s nanny.” 

“Cool,” he nodded. “He’s a good driver.”

“He’s very good,” you agreed. “Every weekend we’re at tracks, it’s madness.”

“Where are you living now?” he asked. 

“Monaco,” you explained. 

“Me too,” he smiled. “We should meet up sometime.”

“I’d like that,” you nodded, and you couldn’t help but feel the charged air between you two. 

“I’d like that too.”

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Asking for a night off was a nightmare. Both Susie and Toto had their noses stuck into your business no matter what, so they begged and pleaded to be told why, but you somehow kept your kind-of-date-not-really-a-date under wraps until you got to the restaurant. 

And it was nice. Oscar was just as sweet and funny as he was when you two first were friends. He even walked you back to the apartment, stopping before you went upstairs so as to not be seen by Toto or Susie. 

“I really had fun tonight,” he smiled, the cold Monaco air making his cheek red. 

“Me too,” you smiled. “It was really nice to catch up.”

He stepped closer, a nervous smile on his face. “Tonight was a date, right?”

“I-I’m- I don’t- I…” you trailed off, looking away from him as you both chuckled. 

“I’d like it to be,” he admitted. 

You nodded. “Me too.”

“So I can kiss you, right?” He smiled. 

Your heart slightly stopped, you’d never been kissed before. How did you even do it? Would he think you’re awful? Would this end the entire relationship?

“I don’t have to, I’d just… I’d like to,” he smiled understandingly. “If you’re not ready for that then that’s alright.”

“I just… I’ve never been kissed,” you admitted, deeply embarrassed. 

His jaw dropped. “You’ve never been kissed?” He asked despite himself. “Sorry, that sounded rude I-“

“It’s alright Oscar,” you shook your head. “I get what you mean.”

“No, I mean I’m just shocked, you’re so amazing and… yeah. It’s just surprising,” he chuckled. “I’m kind of honoured that I get to be the first.”

You chuckled. “Shut up.”

He chuckled. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded, much too nervous to actually speak. He placed a hand on your cheek and leaned in, his lips softly meeting yours. 

And it felt good. It felt really good to kiss him. His other hand circled your waist as you tentatively placed your hands on either side of his face. When he pulled back you felt your heart stop once again. 

“You’re sure that was your first time?” He teased and you laughed. 

“Pretty sure,” you chuckled. 

“When can I see you again?” He asked, bashfully smiling.  

“I’ll be at the next race, or here,” you explained. “So whenever it works for you.”

“What about-”

“OSCAR?! You picked Oscar?!” Toto shouted, making both of you jump apart. “Absolutely not! Y/n get up here!” 

You sighed. “Text me about the date? Yeah?”

He nodded, laughing (trying to hide his terror of Toto) as he watched you go upstairs and start trying to explain to Toto.

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navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)

[advisorykitty]

Idk if I asked this already but can you do Randal x extremely nice/pushover! reader headcanons

Randal X Pushover Reader

Headcannons!!

You were Randal’s only friend, drawn to his strange but lonely vibe. You started dating because you were too nice to say no.

You agree to everything Randal wants, even his weird hobbies like collecting creepy dolls or exploring abandoned places and playing video games.

Randal will casually say things like “You’re mine forever,” but he says it with a weirdly sweet (yet unsettling) smile.

Unlike everyone else, Randal never tries to scare you. Instead, he just creepily watches you until you notice him. Something like "Oh hey! about time you notice me~"

If someone is rude to you, Randal will offer to make them “disappear,” though you always decline with a nervous laugh.

He gifts you a doll that looks eerily like you. You accept it even though it makes you uncomfortable.

Randal has no concept of personal space. He’ll randomly appear while you’re brushing your teeth or reading, just wanting your attention.

You can’t say no to Randal’s odd requests, like exploring creepy buildings or helping him name his dolls. Sometimes even straight up trespassing .

Randal constantly reminds others that “she’s mine,” in a way that makes people unsure if he’s joking.

Probably explains why no-one longer talks to you in class

Which is great for him since you have more time to spend together!

Sebastian thinks you’re too nice for your own good and encourages you to stand up for yourself, but you never do.

Luther offers you vague, slightly creepy advice like “You can always leave if he gets too much,” which leaves you unsure if you should laugh or worry.

And you find yourself contemplating what facial expressions to make when he says something (like is he trying to be funny or serious?)

Nyen teases you about putting up with Randal, while Nyon avoids being around when the two of you are together, clearly uncomfortable.

You’ll sit through hours of some wierd anime or eat Randal’s questionable cooking, just because you don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Onetime he tried making shitake soup probably saw it in an anime

He used poisonous mushrooms that he found, and you were sick for a week

If you’re stressed, Randal insists, “I’ll handle it, don’t worry,” though you’re never entirely sure what that means.

Another time while you were at school and unbeknownst to you had been getting bullied.

The next day the bullies magically didn't show up to class. Who could of thought 🙀🙀

MINI-INTERVIEWS!!

Nyen: "She’s soft, too soft. I don’t get why she sticks around Randal like that. He’s weird, but she’s worse for putting up with it. If it were me? I’d leave. No one’s worth that much patience. Maybe she likes being treated like one of his dolls. I don’t care. She’s just... there. Nothing special." Shrugs."Whatever." Nyen doesn't really care for you. As long as you stay out his way, he'll stay out of yours. However, he is interested in seeing what it takes to break your facade.

Luther:

"Sie ist... nett. Too nice. I’ve told her—several times—that she can leave Randal whenever she wants, but she stays. Warum? No idea." He shrugs slightly, voice monotone. "Maybe she likes suffering. Patience like hers is rare but fragil. We’ll see how long it lasts. But she’s... not terrible. Just... too kind." Luther enjoys your company. If he can even enjoy it, you're helpful and don't complain?? 5 stars already. He's still confused about how patient you, but humans like your are his favourite!

Randal:

"She’s mine, forever. No take-backs. I love how she never says no, like she’s meant for me. She’s kind of like a doll, you know? Only real, and much better. I won’t let her leave. She’s perfect the way she is, even if she doesn’t know it yet." Loves you alot, maybe to much. You spend majority of your time with him and he makes sure of that! Not like you can say no anyway.

Sebastian:

"She's uh.. okay?? I don't know how she has so much patients with Randal though... atleast it keeps thing off me for a while when she's around."

Similarly to Nyen, he doesn't care much for you, but he is thankful that you keep the heat of him when Randal is busy talking to you.

Nyon:

"She's..... nice.. too nice. Strange, too, not like Randal. Good. Strange.." He's not much of an extrovert, but he does see you as somewhat extraordinary. It's not often you meet someone who isn't cynical. However, he does sometimes feel bad for you when you have to endure Randal daily; you don't see him much, so you can't exactly regulate an opinion.

[littlefanficprincess]

Parasitic

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Requested by: the-unhinged-raccoon

Word count: 1,8k

Synopsis: Leo brings a mutant egg to the lair and everything goes wrong.

(a/n): This is during the time April had to stay with the turtles because of the krang, but for some reason she is fully absent from this episode.

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(Y/n) hangs upside down on the couch in the Turtles' later. In her hands was a Japanese learning book, her eyes scanning the pages. She slowly kicks her legs back and forth, feeling a bit light headed.

She hears four pair of footsteps, alerting her that that her four green friends had returned. She closes the book and turns around to sit on the couch.

The (h/c)nette watches as they walk in. She eyes the weird object in Leonardo's arms, then the bump on his arm. She turns the others as he walks into Donnie's lab.

"Why is Leo holding that bean shaped thing?" She asks them, pointing towards the lab.

"It's an egg" Donnie correct.

"Alright, why is Leo holding an egg?" (Y/n) rephrases her question.

Raph crosses his arms. "We found it in a abandoned Krang lab. Leo got weird and went all protective over it, I think we should just smash it" He answers, still wondering what is going on with his brother.

"A big mutant wasp thingy stung him!" Mikey exclaims, leaning against the couch. "It was so nasty" He sticks his tongue out in disgust.

The three turtles and their human friend finally enter the lab. Leo had put down on a beanbag, staring at it.

Donnie grabs a scalpel and approaches the egg, crouching down to get a better look. "Fascinating" He mutters as he was about to cut open the egg.

"Stop! What are you doing?" Leo raises his arms, making Donnie stop in his tracks.

"Dissecting it" Donnie answers, noticing Leo's fingers were twitching.

Leo pushes his brother away from the egg, getting in between it and him. "Absolutely not! This is the only egg we have. We need to learn how it develops" He argues. "Well, then I guess I'll just keep staring at it" Donnie akwardly concludes, looking at the egg over Leo's shoulder.

"Good idea. From over there" The blue masked turtle points over to a spot, which Donnie moves to. Leo glares at him, which makes Donnie quickly walk over to where the others were standing.

Leo's stern expression melts away, he turns back to the egg. His right hand holds on to his left arm, just below where the bump was.

"Well, I think I will do something in the other room. Raph, Mikey, care to join me?" Donnie chimes. Even tho not saying her name, (Y/n) knew he was also inviting her if she wanted to.

"Not unless you get more specific" Mikey smiles. He gets pulled by the back of his mask out of the lab by Donnie. Raph follows behind, throwing a quick glance at (Y/n) and then Leo.

(Y/n) turns over to look at Leo, frowning. She hadn't seen Leo like that before, the closest was when he would watch his favorite cartoon.

She slowly approaches him, trying to not set him off. She sits down next to him, placing her hands on her knees. She also begin staring at the egg, wondering what would be so interesting about it.

She could swear she felt him looking at her. She glances over at him, seeing that he was still staring at the egg.

The girl shakes her head, getting uncomfortable. She stands up, brushing the dust off her clothes. "I'm gonna chill in the main area. If you need anything, just...give me a call" She walks out the door.

Leo's blue eyes were latched onto her figure as he leaves. He knew how she wouldn't hurt the egg, unlike his brothers. He suddenly grunts in pain as he head twitches and his pupils shrink. His cries weren't heard.

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The plan was to get Leonardo away from the egg. Using pizza, his favorite show, a valuable comic he has didn't seem to work. Now they had the last plan they could think of, (Y/n).

"Alright, (Y/n). All you need to do is just cry out to him. His hero complex can't just ignore a friend in need, right?" Donnie instructs. Raph and Mikey stand by the door of the lab, to see if it would have worked and possibly rush in and steal the egg.

(Y/n) clears her throat. "AH! LEO HELP!" She yells. She and Donnie looks over to Raph and Mikey for conformation, the shorter turtle shakes his head. Raph mumbles something under his breath, a scowl on his face.

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Getting up, (Y/n) was about to leave. "David and Dad are coming home soon, I should get going" She mutters, holding a bag to her side. She froze in place when she hears Leo's voice.

"Hold on! (Y/n), help!"

(Y/n) drops her bag and rushes to the laboratory. She pushes the door open, walking inside. "Leo, where are you?" She finds the place empty.

Her eyes widen when she realises what was going on. He used Donnie's plan against her, it was a trap. She barely gets time to react as Leo appears behind her. He grips her shoulders tightly, and then–

She hisses in pain as she feels his teeth pierce the skin of her neck. She could hear his heavy breathing, just able to make out something he said.

"Queen"

"What did you just call–" (Y/n)'s vision goes black, her body going limp. Before she could hit the ground, she was caught by Leo. She didn't even notice that his once blue eyes had become pitch black.

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Raphael sneaks through the lair, he notices something laying on the ground. Squinting his eyes, he regonises it was the bag belonging to (Y/n). His suspicions were raised, knowing that she wouldn't leave without it.

He climbs up the small staircase to the lab, pushing open the door. He approaches the egg, pulling out his sai, before noticing there was a figure sitting infront of it. They were smaller than Leo, (Y/n). "Wait, why are you...where is Leo?"

He turns around just in time to block a swing from Leo. "Leo, what are you doing?" He questions his brother, getting no answer.

Leonardo opens his eyes to reveal their were black. He grabs Raph by the arms and tosses him away, watching him slide away.

"If that thing hatches, it might try to eat us" Raph points to the egg. By now (Y/n) was sitting on the beanbag, hugging the egg. She observed the two with the same bug eyes, a noticeable bite mark on her neck.

Leonardo hisses, revealing slime dripping from his teeth into his mouth. He holds his Katana ready, glaring at the other turtle.

"All right, this freak show ends now" Raph proclaims, gasping. He stabs his sai towards Leo, which he blocks with his own weapon. The two go back and forth, deflecting eachothers' attack.

Raph gets a glance of the beanbag, noticing that (Y/n) had dissapeared from it. While he was occupied with fighting Leo, he feels a pair of hands on his shoulders. Her canine graces his skin, before the rest of her teeth sink in. "What the fuck did you do!?" He yells, letting out a small gasp.

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Timeskip

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Mikey and Donnie wake up the next morning, finding that Raphael wasn't in his room. Then after entering the main area, they find (Y/n)'s bag laying on the concrete floor. Mikey gasps, picking up the bag and hugging it, "Oh no! Leo ate Gemstone!" He cried.

"As weird as Leo is acting, he definitely didn't eat (Y/n)" Donnie argues, shaking his head. He looks around, noticing the absence of his other brother, "Where is Raph?" He asks.

"He said he was going for the egg last night" Mikey answers, remembering what his older brother told him the night before. He lays (Y/n)'s bag on the couch, so no one would step on it.

The two turtles peak into the lab, expecting to just see Leo. Instead they saw Leo and Raph standing still, staring straight at the egg. Holding the egg was (Y/n), sitting in the beanbag. Her attention was also set on the egg, holding it protectively.

"Oh boy" Donnie mutters, realising how out of hand the situation has gotten. They watch as the two mutants pull out their respective weapons. "Uh, Raph? Heh, uh, what you up to there, bro?" Donnie akwardly greets.

Mikey leans in towards his taller brothers, whispering "Something's definitely wrong. He's gone all Leo-who's-not-Leo on us. (Y/n) is hugging that thing like it's her baby, so weird".

Glancing from Raph to (Y/n), he notices bite marks on each of them. A big one of (Y/n)'s neck and a smaller one on Raph's shoulder, most likely a chain reaction. "Look at his shoulder" He mutters.

(Y/n) raises her head, showing her pitch black eyes. They lock onto Donnie and Mikey, like a predator looking at its prey. She makes a sound that sounds almost like hissing.

Slowly, Raph and Leo turns around to face them. They aswell had pitch black eyes, looking like they came straight out of a horror movie.Backing away, Donnie explains "He got bit. Leo must've bitten (Y/n) and she had bit Raph".

Following his brother 's movement, Mikey calls out "Bros, snap out of it, dudes".

His pleads did nothing as Raph and Leo launch themselves at them. Mikey and Donnie flee put the lab, closing the door behind them, Mikey was quick to lock it with his nunchucks.

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And so chaos spread through the sewers, the brothers wrestling. Donnie and Mikey's objective was to get the egg to get a cure.

They had Leo tied up. (Y/n) And Raph had fled with the egg, somewhere hidden in the turtles' liar.

Panic sets in when Mikey and Donnie notice that the latter was bitten, most likely by Leo. Using Leo's blood, Donnie makes the first part of the cure. Mikey had to quickly knock him out as the infection sets in, but no before he himself got bitten.

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"Ugghh...my head" (Y/n) groans, rubbing her head. She tries to remember what happened before she passed out. She looks up to find a wasp coming right for her. She yelps, putting her arms infront of her.

Donnie appears, swatting the insect with his staff. The wasp was killed by Leo, two others wasps were taken care off by Raph and Mikey. Donnie turns to the girl, holding out his hand "Are you alright, (Y/n)?".

Taking his hand, (Y/n) pulls herself up. "Yeah, I think so. I had the craziest dream. Leo brought a weird egg here and then he bit me, I think I also bit Raph" She describes. She eyes the bite marks on each of turtles, making her cheeks warm up.

She perks when she remembers something. She rushes and grabs her bag from the couch. The (h/c)nette snatches her phone from it and unlocks it.

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Skating with 🏒

20 minutes ago

"Oh sewer apples. I wish I could help you guys clean, but I have to go. Bye!" (Y/n) rambles, slinging her bag around her shoulders and runs off. Her sudden burst surprise the turtle brothers, making them curious.

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The ending is sudden to set up the next part, not based on a episode.

[bl3upi3]

Can I request nettspend x reader where they have a rap beef but then hash it out and collab and start being cute on ig (reader is more of a producer than a lyricist so they make him a beat :3)

It’s Not a Collab

Summary: You’re a rising underground producer with one viral hit and a lot to prove. Nettspend is a loudmouthed rapper who made the mistake of dragging your name and your beats through the mud. What started as a petty war turned into a viral feud, fan-fueled chaos, and one unexpected collab offer. You hate him. He kind of loves that.

Word count: 2013

A/N: Not proofread. I think I could’ve done better. It feels a bit rushed, but I wanted to leave room for a possible part 2. Hope the person who requested it likes it!

You’ve been producing music since high school, starting out with your friends just messing around, making random tracks and beats for fun. You blew up one summer after making a XavierSobased-type beat and he actually reached out to work with you. You and Xavier ended up doing three songs together, and one of them even went viral on TikTok. You weren’t exactly famous, though. Aside from working with Xavier, you hadn’t really done any big or successful projects.

You weren’t exactly chasing clout, but that little burst of attention had people in your DMs, rappers, wannabes, and a few producers trying to leech off the hype. Most of them were unserious.

One day, while you were scrolling through TikTok, you came across an interview with Nettspend. You knew who he was, he was a good friend of Xavier. Xavier had mentioned him before, even said he’d probably sound great on one of your beats.

In the video, Nettspend was sitting in front of a plain white background, answering questions from someone off-camera about the underground scene and different rappers. Then came a question that made your heart stop for a second.

“What do you think about your friend Xaviersobased working with a producer who got discovered on TikTok?”

He was talking about you.

Nettspend didn’t answer right away. He tilted his head a little, raised an eyebrow, and gave this dry half-smile like he was deciding whether to be messy or diplomatic.

“I mean… it’s cute,” he said finally, voice flat. “Xavier does charity work sometimes.”

Your jaw dropped.

The interviewer laughed, and Nettspend didn’t even crack a grin to show he was joking. Just looked dead into the camera like he meant it. You stared at the screen, chest tight, heat crawling up your neck. A million comebacks flooded your brain, but none of them mattered because by the time the clip ended, your blood was already boiling.

You didn’t post anything. Not right away. You didn’t want to look pressed. But you were pressed. So you did what you knew how to do best.

In the days that followed, you started working on a new beat. You didn’t like Nett at first, you knew how self-centered he was, always acting like he was better than everyone else. You even based the beat on one of his own tracks, flipping the vibe and twisting it into something darker. You sampled a few of his vocals too, just to be petty. Then you titled it “Charity Work” and dropped it.

It didn’t take long for people to connect the dots. Within an hour, “Charity Work” was all over TikTok. Duets, stitches, edits, everyone had an opinion. Some thought it was genius, others called it shady. A few diehard Nettspend fans tried to come for you in the comments, but your followers clapped back harder.

And then, Nettspend noticed.

He tweeted: “Y’all funny. Sampling me like I’m dead.”

No @, no mention. But you knew who it was for.

You liked the tweet. That’s all. No words. Just a like.

That like must’ve touched a nerve, because a few hours later, Nettspend started tweeting wild.

“She be better off posting her body than her bad beats. Can’t EQ for shit.”

“Y’all hyping a TikTok producer like she’s Mozart just 'cause she’s got titties?”

At first, you laughed. Then you didn’t.

It wasn’t just about music anymore he was taking shots at you as a woman, as a producer, as someone who hadn’t come up the "right" way.

You posted a screenshot of a message you’d sent him months ago, back when Xavier had first suggested a collab. It was short and polite: “Hey! Xavier said we might vibe on something, lmk if you’re ever down.” Left on read.

Then you added a caption:“He been ignoring me since before I made him relevant y’all do the math.” Boom. 20k likes in an hour.

Now it was war. Nettspend posted an Instagram story with a photo of your beat file, claiming he could make it “better in 30 minutes on his phone.” You responded by uploading a remix of his beat, but way cleaner, with tighter transitions and again, people noticed.

Someone on Twitter made a thread: “This beef between Nettspend and Y/N is lowkey the best underground drama of the year.”

You responded: “He mad I made him sound better than he actually is.”

After that, nothing. No tweets, no subs, no responses. He went on with his life, and you went on with yours.

“Charity Work” kept blowing up, even after the drama died down. People online started calling it Y/N ft. Nettspend, like it was a real collab. New listeners didn’t even know it came out of a beef, they just liked the sound.

Your face was more recognizable now. You started getting invited to festivals over the summer. Still, you knew the chances of running into Nettspend were high. You moved in the same scene, worked in the same underground lane. You were both known for the same vibe.

Between sets, a few media outlets stopped you to shoot quick interviews or content for TikTok. During one of them, while you were talking to a festival media team, the interviewer suddenly leaned in with a smile and asked:

“Y/N, how does it feel to reunite with Nettspend? Especially after all the drama from a few months ago?”

You blinked. Reunite?

People were still talking about that?

You gave a small laugh and said, “I mean… I don’t really care. I’m just here to enjoy the performers—maybe see if Nett’s improved.”

Then you smiled politely, turned away, and dipped.

Eventually, it was time for his performance. You’d seen him arrive earlier, paparazzi all over him, cameras flashing. He tried to play it cool, all nonchalant, but you could tell he was doing his best to avoid crossing paths with you.

When he hit the stage, the crowd went wild. People screamed his name like he was headlining the whole festival. You watched from the VIP section, a little elevated above the rest of the audience, just observing.

Then, you heard it, the start of your mix.

The beat dropped, and the crowd fell quiet for a split second, confused. Then a video of you flashed on the big screen. A clip from your earlier interview.

“So Y/N wants to see if I got better,” he said into the mic, voice echoing over the field. Then he pointed right at you from across the venue. The cameras cut to a live POV of you, your face projected across the screen.

“Enjoy the show,” he added with a smirk, before launching into his verse, rapping over your beat.

Your cheeks burned, part frustration, part pure embarrassment. You didn’t know how to react. Everyone was watching, waiting to see if you’d laugh it off or storm out. You stayed still. Calm on the outside. Boiling on the inside.

He was rapping like he owned the moment, like he didn’t spend a months acting like you weren’t worth a single collab. Now he was up there performing your beat, turning it into a stage stunt. Playing the villain.

And the worst part?

The crowd ate it up.

You stood there, jaw tight, trying to decide if you should leave or pretend it didn’t bother you. Then, you felt someone tap your shoulder. One of the event coordinators, face wide with excitement.

“He just changed the set last minute. Said he wanted to open with that track for the drama. Honestly? It’s working. They love it.”

Great.

Later, backstage, you ducked into one of the trailers to cool off. You weren’t even supposed to be working this festival, just attending, but somehow you were still getting dragged into his mess. Again.

Your phone was vibrating nonstop, notifications from TikTok, Twitter, Instagram. The interview clip. The reaction shot. His callout. It was all over the place.

And then, another message popped up.

@nettspend: “You good? ”

You stared at the screen, completely deadpan. You good? After all that?

You didn’t answer. Just closed your phone, leaned back, and let the noise roll around you like static.

You’d been dragged into his show once. It wasn’t happening again. If he wanted to use your beat to get a crowd reaction, fine. But next time?

He could try doing it without your name in his mouth.

You ignored his message.

At least, you tried to.

The next day, clips from the festival were everywhere. “Nettspend confronts Y/N live on stage,” “Underground’s messiest beef hits new level,” “The beat that started a war.” People were eating it up, remixing the moment into edits, fancams, reaction videos. Some even started tagging you both under posts like you were their favorite chaotic duo.

Two days later, you got tagged in a post from Nettspend. A black-and-white still of the stage, the screen behind him frozen on your face mid-reaction. His caption?

“She looked mad… but the beat was fire.”

Comments full of “they should just collab already.”

Later that night, a Dropbox link landed in your inbox.

Subject: “Bet you won’t.”

Inside: a rough vocal demo. Just him and a mic. No beat. Just a challenge.

You listened.

And to your absolute horror you liked it. Not the words, not the smug tone, but the potential. It was raw, full of ego and bite, but weirdly magnetic. Something about it clung to your brain like an earworm. He’d left room for a drop, for layers, for... you.

You stared at your laptop.

Closed it.

Opened it again.

No. Nope. Absolutely not.

But your fingers were already moving.

You didn’t tell anyone. You just stayed up late, tweaking 808s, slicing his breath, bending the vocal into something sharper, deeper. Then you layered your signature sound over it, clean, cinematic, a little aggressive. You exported it. Saved the file name as “ghost.wav.”

The next morning, you sent it back.

No words. Just the beat.

Ten minutes later, he replied: “Oh. So you do like me.”

You stared at your screen, half a laugh stuck in your throat.

You typed: “No. I just like shutting you up.”

His reply came back too fast.

“Then pull up and shut me up in person.”

You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. Typical. You could already hear his smug tone through the screen.

“You asking me to collab or catch a fade?” you shot back.

“Both. Depends how good the beat is.”

You weren’t smiling. You definitely weren’t. Except you were. A little.

Three days later, you showed up at the studio he sent the address to. You told yourself it was for business. Strictly work.

The second you walked in, he looked up from the soundboard, chewing gum and lounging like he didn’t just spend the last few months being your public enemy number one.

“Wow,” he said, slow, cocky. “You’re shorter than I thought.”

“And you talk more online than you do in your tracks,” you snapped back, dropping your bag next to the desk.

His grin widened.

You hated that you didn’t hate how it looked on him.

The tension was stupid. You sat down beside him, cracked open your laptop, and didn’t look at him as you plugged in.

“So?” he said. “You gonna produce, or just look mad and cute the whole time?”

You gave him a cold glance, fingers flying across your keyboard.

“You want a beat or a black eye?”

“Surprise me.”

And that was how it started. The worst session you ever had with someone. And somehow also the best.

He threw out ideas like challenges. You clapped back with production that made his jaw go tight. Every sound he laid down, you pushed harder. Somehow, the energy turned electric.

At one point, he stood behind you, leaning over your shoulder to hear a section you were tweaking. You pretended not to notice how close he was.

“You like the tension drop here?” you asked, eyes still on the screen.

“I like when you’re bossy,” he said, deadpan.

Your hand froze on the trackpad.

“Don’t get comfortable,” you said. “This isn’t a date.”

He chuckled low, like he knew something you didn’t.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “But it’s sounding a lot like foreplay.”

You turned to face him, ready to say something, anything but his face was so close to yours you forgot what.

He looked smug.

You looked annoyed.

The air looked like it was about to explode.

You turned back to your screen.

“Shut up and record.”

And he did.

[thebestsetter]

The emperor's bad luck

An: This is actually my first fic! Also, english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes! I just read Kaiser's backstory and got really sad. HE'S JUST A BABY 😭😭

Michael Kaiser has never been a lucky guy. And I'm not talking about that kind of luck of finding a penny on the floor or getting a question right even though you don't know the answer. I'm talking about a luck that is harder to be found nowadays: the luck to be born with a great family, with loving parents and awesome siblings. The kind of family that you see on magazine covers or billboards, smiling and having fun together, looking like they've never had a bad time.

His mother left him when he was just a baby. A Hollywood actress who has probably already acted as a mother in a movie, although not in real life with her own son: ironic, isn't it? She looked like an angel, with pretty blond hair and beautiful blue eyes, but her looks didn't reflect her personality: a cunning and clever woman.

So, she came up with a plan to make her fame grow: she laid down with a movie director. After she became more famous, she left the man all alone. Well, maybe not ALL alone. She left him with their son: Michael Kaiser. But the man didn't appreciate it and often abused Kaiser. For every mistake Michael made, he hit and tortured the poor boy. When Kaiser was barely 8, his father started sending him to the streets to steal food and other things, since the man couldn't really work because he began drinking (he also didn't want to work, and sending his kid to steal things was a lot easier).

- Now go, Kaiser! - the man said while waving a broken beer bottle in the air - and don't come back without that milk you forgot last time, or else I won't be as gentle with your punishment.

Michael grabbed the backpack his father handed him and ran out of his "home", not wanting to spend another second with that man.

"They found out I stole from that shop" Kaiser thought while looking at the shop he stole from the last time he went on his 'robbery spree' "so I have to find another one".

He then began walking across the neighbourhood trying to find somewhere to steal from. The blond boy came across a new shop he had never seen before: it was a small shop with red colored walls. The german child decided that was the one he was going to rob. Passing his small hands through the shelves full of things he couldn't even think of buying, Kaiser shoved the important things down his bag, such as eggs, butter and other things. He then came across the dairy session. Reaching for the milk, Michael quickly grabbed it and hid it into his bag, wanting to get out of there before he got caught, when suddenly he heard a gasp coming from behind him.

- Are you stealing milk? - a (h/c)nette girl said, startling Kaiser and causing him to drop the bag from his hands, making all the items of his backpack spread across the floor. Scared, he began to pick his things and stuff them back on the bag - hey, what are you doing? COME BACK HERE!

The girl began to chase him around the store while begging him to stop running. After some time, she finally caught up with him.

- I-I'm sorry - he said, panting - p-please don't turn me in! I need to steal to s-survive. My father doesn't work and my mother left me with him. I'm sorry, but I need this things!

- Don't worry, I won't report you! - she said, smiling - my father is the owner of the shop. I can give you some cookies and snacks to go and won't turn you in, but with one condition: you need to answer the question I wanted to ask you when I saw you stealing the milk.

- O-okay - he said in a calmer tone - what is it?

- Do you wanna be my friend? - she asked, her toothy grin appearing and almost blinding Kaiser because of how big and bright it was

- W-what? - he asked, making the girl repeat herself - sure, I guess…

- GREAT! You're my friend now! Come on, I'm gonna give you something to eat.

The girl gave Michael some snacks (without her father seeing them, of course) from that shelves that had things he thought he'd never get to eat and went to the door of the store to say goodbye to him.

- Bye hm… - she began, then gasped - You're my friend, but I don't know your name!

- I'm Michael Kaiser - he said, clearly a lot more confident around the girl, but still a little weary

- I'm (Name) (Last name) - she smiled, glad that she made a new friend - bye, Michael! Come here tomorrow again so we can play!

- (NAME)! COME HELP ME OUT IN THE SHOP! - they heard her father yell

- COMING - the girl shouted and waved goodbye to Kaiser for the last time before disappearing inside her family's shop.

Althought Kaiser was a guy that didn't have a great luck, he considered himself lucky for finding her: his first friend ever since he was born. And for the first time in a few years, Kaiser went to sleep with a full stomach and a happy mind, with a new found hope in his soul: a hope for a better future, with friends like (Name) (or maybe even her, if his luck suddenly decided to change) at his side.

[ambrosykim]

i passed my probation!!!!

[cheesuschristman]

So i took one of those gender quizzes cuz why not and i got cis male as a result-

[xinfinityl0ve17]

"No one can dispute the beautifully androgynous Mana's strong influence on Lolita fashion from the very beginning, partially evidenced by the fact that a photo shoot with the musician and designer has been in every issue of Gothic & Lolita Bible since the first.

Many became familiar with Mana, who created both the terms Elegant Gothic Lolita (EGA) and Elegant Gothic Lolita (EGL), when he was creating memorably flam Boyant costumes for his Gothic band MM, dressing himselt in Gothic Lolita and the other members in Aristocratic styles for their extravagant music videos and artistically inspired performance.

Since the music group's disbandment in 2001, Mana has remained focused on both music and fashion. He runs his own record label, Midi Nette, performs with his current band, Moi dix Mois, and acts as both designer and model for his clothing line, Moi-même-Moitié

We were pleased when this multitalented Lolita icon agreed to take time from his busy creative schedule to answer questions about his past, present, and future projects for our Western readers."

[uniquethingtastemaker]

How difficult is it to transition from comedy funny moments to angst sad moments? Is there a certain strategy you use or is it based on what is being written and the character?

I don't find it very hard, even if it's within the same scene. Honestly, Riddle's Dreaming of You is almost a study in seamlessly switching from one vibe to another. I'll show a couple of Long Snippet Examples, depicting the specific feelings you mentioned. I can't show some of the context, but I'll provide what I can:

Small context for Snippet 1: Riddle just had a terrible panic attack, and the crew is trying to lighten the mood to make him feel better.

You feel Riddle softly giggle against you. Your body releases some tension as you pull back to look at him.

He still clutches your chest, and his eyes are swollen, but there’s more life to him than before. You run a hand through his hair, guiding him back into you. He adjusts his position to face the group more. Your boyfriend’s voice is still a little nasally, but he still says his scathing opinion. 

“I would advise you to have more of your guard up around Deuce, but that wouldn’t be as funny,” he comments. 

Ace’s eyes comically widen. 

“Woah, Riddle has a sense of humor.” 

The former dorm leader chucks a used tissue in his direction. The former freshman jerks away, squishing the other members of the Clown Crew. 

“Gross!!!” he cries. 

Deuce shoves him off, only for his partner to keel over the arm of the couch. He looks over at the blue-nette offended. 

“Really?!” 

Another play fight breaks out. 

Your boyfriend floats another tissue in between them. The two immediately jump away from each other. 

“Calm down,” he commands. 

“Yes, dorm leader,” they chorus. 

Riddle smirks, still loving his old title. Then, the yelling starts from downstairs. 

Your boyfriend’s face drains of color, and his shoulders hike up into his ears. He curls up in a ball, pressing against you. His form quakes at the familiar sound. 

The atmosphere instantly flips. 

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Snippet 2:

Riddle’s heaving sobs fill the room. Trey sits on the bed and rubs the redhead's back. 

After a moment, Ace grabs Grim and chucks him at your little group. Your cat screeches, flying into Riddle’s lap. The action is so startling that the former dorm leader quiets down to look at the magical creature, baffled. 

Tears still stream down his cheeks, but he looks up at the perpetrator. 

Ace shrugs. 

“I wanted you to stop crying. It kinda worked,” he states. 

Riddle scoffs. It’s full of snot, but it’s progress. 

You hand him another tissue. He blows his runny nose, adding to the ever-growing pile. You wonder if he’ll go through an entire tissue box at this rate. 

“I still want to do something, but now I don’t know what,” he says. 

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Back to the original answer...This question is under the umbrella of pacing. As someone who just got the hang of it myself, I'm not sure I have much to offer. For me, it's intuitive.

The best answer I can give that doesn't take 5 hrs to 100% figure out is that sometimes I'll use humor to lighten a heavy situation. I don't use it for everything, but it tells you a lot about a character if they do it and how they do it. Some would be intentional, and others wouldn't. I can see Sebek saying something dramatic and/or dumb, where the only response is to laugh because that was ridiculous. Ace does it more often than Trey, because glasses boy is a professional comforter. He's going to listen to you, give you hugs, and bake you your favorite food or dessert. Honestly, I don't think some of the more comforting characters, like Trey or Silver, would lighten the mood with a joke. However, if one is made, they smile at it and see if it's helping the distressed person.

As for the humor to angst, that's easy. Just have an outside harrowing force happen, and then make all the characters take the threat seriously.

Hope I answered the question thoroughly!!

[cyanide-latte]

Hi hello! Can you give us #13 on the pride asks for your whole gang? Thank you!

Thank you, Nette! (Also congrats, you've officially prompted the damn owl to shove his way in here and make his presence known at last.)

#13: What pronouns does your OC use? If someone (accidentally) misgendered them, would they correct them?

Oh boy there's a whole list, get ready, I'm even gonna name drop some OCs I've not talked about on here yet (and all without diving into the nextgens)!

Copper Benoit (trans boy)- he/him pronouns. If you accidentally misgender him, he will correct you, but expect him to be upset and tense. He does NOT take kindly to being misgendered even on accident (though he can forgive an accident if it's not continuously repeated.)

Wei Renqiao (demiboy)- he/him and they/them pronouns. If he's particularly close with you, he might be more likely to offer correction if misgendered, but it doesn't happen to him often enough to warrant.

Wei Xinyi (genderfluid, bigender trans fem)- she/her, they/them and he/him pronouns. Xinyi shuffles between pronoun usage, and they're the most likely to politely correct an accidental misgendering, with the gentle caveat that any of those pronouns are correct, though they do tend to prefer they/them as the default.

Chrysanthos Shroud (cisgender male)- he/him pronouns but he also very readily accepts they/them pronouns, as he did do a lot of self-reflection before reaching the conclusion he's cis. If he got accidentally misgendered, he'd find it funny.

Kallisto Shroud (cisgender female)- she/her pronouns, and she'll correct you in a very chill way.

Ilias Shroud (agender/nonbinary)- he/him, they/them, vey/vem. He won't correct you; chances are his wife (Kallisto) or his son (Chrys) will get to you first.

Uncle Wei Gang (???)- he/him pronouns but it's understood by Ren and Xinyi that their uncle's relationship to gender is complicated and he doesn't actually have a label that truly fits him. He won't correct an accidental misgendering (if it even happens) because he knows his own identity is complicated anyway, and isn't bothered by honest mistakes like that.

Hé the dragon (intersex)- they/them pronouns! I've not mentioned the mischievous little long dragon on here in detail yet, but Hé is being raised by the Wei family. Hé will very patiently (and perhaps a little playfully) correct anyone who accidentally misgenders them.

The Anatole siblings (one bigender, two cisgender)- Marianne uses she/her and occasionally he/him pronouns, Toussaint and Bertrand use he/him pronouns. Mari will patiently correct you, Rand somewhat impatiently, and Tea will probably correct you but also make it known he doesn't mind being accidentally misgendered.

Felix and Aurelian Pondicliff (both cisgender)- he/him pronouns for both of them. Aurelian will correct you for both of them bc Felix won't correct you if you misgender him.

Lin Róng (genderqueer)- yeah I know I've not mentioned him on here yet, but you didn't think I was going to have all those Mulan-twisted OCs and NOT have one twisted from Shang, did you? While Róng doesn't become important to plot stuff until later in the timeline, he does exist, and he has to use he/him pronouns formally because he's an imperial prince in the Land of the Red Dragon. In private, when he's just allowed to be himself with someone (which almost never happens) he likes to experiment with different pronouns to see which he likes! He probably won't correct you, but his guards, advisors and officials will.

Cenric Sylvaticus (?????)- another I've not mentioned on here yet but since you mentioned an interest before in my OCs twisted from the Labyrinth characters Nette, just for you, this is the asshole bastard owl fae twisted from Jareth the Goblin King. He/him pronouns, but if you make the mistake of answering the question "can I have your pronouns" seriously, guess what, your pronouns are his now. Will replace the he/him pronouns if he ever finds something more suitably regal and untouchable that fits him. Correct you if you misgender him? Oh but of course. It's only fair you receive correction for your mistake. But whoever said humans find an archfae's methods of correction to be fair~?

WHEW! Talk about a list...and I didn't even throw Ren's little half-sisters in here either because they're still trying to figure themselves out. If you read this far, thank you, you deserve a treat, I love you you trooper.

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[thiamsalpha]

my one shots list:

unbroken: Instead of Gabe and Nolan beating Liam up, they managed to lure the unsuspecting beta away. With the idea of Mason being in danger, Liam went with them willingly. This alone put Liam at risk, not knowing what to expect. Mason on the other hand panicked, after finding Liam's phone he knew something was wrong. He had to get help, he had to call Theo. co written with @genetic-hellhound

daisy crowns: Theo tries to plan the perfect Valentine’s Day for Liam.

whispers in the dark: Jeremy sat beside him, his own hands stained with Tyler’s blood and trembling from exhaustion and adrenaline. He didn’t know what had changed between them during those long hours of shared agony. (tvd-jyler)

cooking chaos: Corey and Liam attempt to cook for their boyfriends but when they arrive, Mason and Theo are met with utter chaos...

we're pack now: 4x05 re write except Isaac plays big brother to Liam.

ghostface: smut Liam keeps seeing the ghost face videos and shows Theo, the chimera initially thinks it's stupid, but he can tell Liam likes it. Who would he be to deny Liam of such a thing?

daddy's home: Liam's bio dad comes to visit for the weekend, but Theo now lives in the spare room. They have to share Theo's room until his father leaves.

let me anchor you: What if Liam and Theo weren't at the hospital during the finale episode? What if they were also at the school and had to face their worst fears?

do you want me to stay?: 6x20 re write since Jeff sucks

homewrecker: Liam's Christmas doesn't go to plan?

pack drama: Liam brings Theo to pack night but he's still not welcomed...

cold nights: Theo and Liam have to wait it out at the zoo because the hunters won't leave and Liam didn't bring a jacket.

build-a-bear: Liam forces Theo to take him to build a bear and makes him participate.

stuffed toy: Liam finds a stuffed wolf toy inside of Theo's truck, wanting to tease him for it he learns that it is the only thing Theo has left from his childhood. So like a good boyfriend, Liam spoils him!

zoo things: We never actually found out how Liam got into Theo's car...or what really happened at the zoo...

hovering: Theo hovers around Liam and Mason is trying to figure out why...

cupcake: Theo spends his birthday alone at the preserve, he didn't expect to go home to a surprise.

smitten as a kitten: The four times Liam noticed Theo’s behaviour wasn’t normal and the one time he just accepted it. co written with @dreadful-doctors

fuck away the pain: smut Hayden leaves Liam and to cope with his feelings he seeks comfort in Theo. co written with @dreadful-doctors

we're brothers now: Scott knew his job, he knew his role in the pack. It was his pack after all, that included his newly bitten beta. His first ever beta, he didn't know what he was doing and Derek was no help.

painting memories: Their first date didn’t exactly go the way either of them had planned, but that didn’t make it any less special. Matter of fact, it was more them, more authentic. Messy, colourful and full of laughter. That was more than either of them could ask for. (nett)

Protected: “Why does everyone keep asking me that?” Nolan stood up, sick of being asked the same question every single time they came here. No, he wasn’t okay. Yes, he would get over it. But with Gabe standing across the room, that was becoming a difficult task. “Just stop.” (nett)

scars tell stories: Theo reveals to Liam a scar from his past.

teen wolf movie rewrite: This continues from my book ‘puppy pack’

thiam appreciation week: 7 one shots

[amphibious-thing]

Pink is for Boys

"Pink or Blue? Which is intended for boys and which for girls? This question comes from one of our readers this month, and the discussion may be of interest to others. There has been a great diversity of opinion on this subject, but the generally accepted rule is pink for the boy and blue for the girl. The reason is that pink, being a more decided and stronger color, is more suitable for the boy, while blue, which is more delicate and dainty, is prettier for the girl." ~ The Infants' Department, June 1918

[Left: The Blue Boy, oil on canvas, c. 1770, by Thomas Gainsborough.

Right: The Pink Boy, oil on canvas, c. 1782, by Thomas Gainsborough.]

Pink is for girls and blue is for boys. But it hasn't always been this way. Colour coding infants as a way of denoting gender was popular in 20th century America. The problem? Pink and blue? Which is for boys and which is for girls?

In 1927 TIME Magazine asked ten of the "leading stores that sell baby equipment" which colour was for which gender. Four stores responded pink for girls and blue for boys; Macy's (Manhattan), Franklin Simon (Manhattan), Wanamaker's (Philadelphia) and Bullock's (Los Angeles). Five stores responded pink for boys and blue for girls; Best's (Manhattan), Marshall Field's (Chicago), Filene's (Boston), Maison Blanche (New Orleans) and The White House (San Francisco). Curiously Halle's (Cleveland) responded that pink was for both boys and girls.

This debate would continue and it wasn't until mid-20th century that pink for girls and blue for boys became firmly cemented in western culture.

However the idea of colour coding infants dates back to the 19th century. According to La cour de Hollande sous le règne de Louis Bonaparte in 1808 in Holland pink was used to announce the birth of a girl and blue a boy. In March 1856 Peterson's Magazine (Philadelphia, USA) advises that the ribbon on a christening cap should be blue for a boy and pink for a girl. On the 23rd of July 1893 the New York Times writes that for baby clothes it's "pink for a boy and blue for a girl!"

[The Oddie Children, oil on canvas, c. 1789, by William Beechey, via North Carolina Museum of Art.]

During the latter half of the 18th century one of the most popular outfits for young children, regardless of gender, was a white dress with a coloured sash tied around the waist. Pink and blue being the most popular colours, although other colours were worn as well. It would be tempting to assume that the colour of the sash indicated gender but there isn't clear evidence that this was the case. The Oddie Children (above) depicts Sarah, Henry, Catherine, and Jane Oddie. The three girls are all wearing white dresses; two with a blue sash one with a pink sash. We also see Henry Russell (bellow left) wearing a blue sash and Prince William (bellow right) wearing a pink sash.

[Left: Anne Barbara Russell née Whitworth with her son Sir Henry Russell, oil on canvas, c. 1786, by George Romney, via Woolley & Wallis.

Right: Prince William, oil on canvas, c. 1767, by Allan Ramsay, via the Royal Collection Trust.]

Pink was just one of the many colours popular in 18th century English womenswear and seems to have stayed popular throughout the century. On the 3rd of January 1712 The Spectator published an article in which a man recalls seeing "a little Cluster of Women sitting together in the prettiest coloured Hoods that I ever saw. One of them was Blew, another Yellow, and another Philomot; the fourth was of a Pink Colour, and the fifth of a pale Green". On the 1st of May 1736 the Read's Weekly Journal, or British Gazetteer reports that the ladies attending the royal wedding wore gowns of "Gold stuffs, or rich Silks with Gold or Silver Flowers, or Pink or White Silks, with either Gold or Silver Netts or Trimmings;" shoes either "Pink, White or Green Silk, with Gold or Silver Lace and braid all over." On the 24th of May 1785 Charles Storer writes to Abigail Adams advising that fashionable colours in English court dress are "pink, lilac, and blue" such "as is worn at Versailles".

[Left: Frances, Daughter of Evelyn Pierpont, 1st Duke of Kingston, oil on canvas, c. 1700-23, by Godfrey Kneller, via Art UK.

Middle: Mrs. Abington as Miss Prue in "Love for Love" by William Congreve, oil on canvas, c. 1771, by Sir Joshua Reynolds, via Yale Center for British Art.

Right: Mary Little, later Lady Carr, oil on canvas, c. 1765, by Thomas Gainsborough, via Yale Center for British Art.]

In particular pink was popular amongst young women as the colour was associated with youth. Older women who wore pink were mocked as vain for dressing in a way that was seen as improper for their age. On the 31st of January 1754 Lady Jane Coke writes to Mrs. Eyre criticising old women who wear pink:

As for fashions in dress, which you sometimes inquire after, they are too various to describe. One thing is new, which is, there is not such a thing as a decent old woman left, everybody curls their hair, shews their neck, and wears pink, but your humble servant. People who have covered their heads for forty years now leave off their caps and think it becomes them, in short we try to out-do our patterns, the French, in every ridiculous vanity.

[Folly Embellishing Old Age With the Adornments of Youth, oil on canvas, c. 1743, by Charles-Antoine Coypel, via Master Art.]

For Englishmen acceptable clothing way much more limited. In A Foreign View of England in the Reigns of George I & George II Monsieur César de Saussure writes that Englishmen "do not trouble themselves about dress, but leave that to their womenfolk". He explains:

Englishmen are usually very plainly dressed, they scarcely ever wear gold on their clothes; they wear little coats called "frocks," without facings and without pleats, with a short cape above. Almost all wear small, round wigs, plain hats, and carry canes in their hands, but no swords. Their cloth and linen are of the best and finest. You will see rich merchants and gentlemen thus dressed, and sometimes even noblemen of high rank, especially in the morning, walking through the filthy and muddy streets.

César de Saussure warns that "a well-dressed person in the streets, especially if he is wearing a braided coat, a plume in his hat, or his hair tied in a bow, he will, without doubt, be called "French dog" twenty times perhaps before he reaches his destination" and is not only at risk of "being jeered at" but also "being bespattered with mud, but as likely as not dead dogs and cats will be thrown at him."

[Reverend Charles Everard Booth, Captain Griffith Booth, and an Unidentified Man playing Billiards, oil on canvas, c. 1775-9, by John Hamilton Mortimer, via the Royal Collection Trust.]

For Englishmen dressing "plainly" mostly meant wearing blacks and browns. In his book on macaroni, Pretty Gentleman, Peter McNeil found that in contrast most English menswear that he describes as generally consisting of "monochrome broadcloth" macaroni wore a variety of colours including green, orange, yellow, violet, red, white, blue, gold, silver and of course pink.

But it's not just the macaroni of the 1770s & 1780s that wore pink. We see pink in descriptions of feminine men's dress (both real and fictional) throughout the 18th century.

On the 2nd of June 1722 Sarah Osborn writes to Robert Byng:

I believe the gentlemen will wear petticoats very soon, for many of their coats were like our mantuas. Lord Essex had a silver tissue coat, and pink color lutestring waistcoat, and several had pink color and pale blue paduasoy coats, which looked prodigiously effeminate.

On the 18th of October 1729 the Universal Spectator and Weekly Journal published a story where an "effeminate" man's clothes were described as follows:

He had a flower'd pink-colour Silk Coat, with a Green-Sattin Waistcoat lac'd with Silver. Velvet Breeches, Clock'd Stockings the Colour of his Coat, Red-heel'd Pumps, a Blue Ribbon at the Collar of his Shirt, and his Sword-Hilt he embrac'd under the Elbow of his Left Arm,

[Sir Miles Stapylton, 4th Bt of Myton, oil on canvas, c. 1730-35, via Art UK.]

In The Adventures of Roderick Random (1748) the effeminate (and queer coded) Captain Whiffle is described as follows:

our new commander came on board in a ten-oared barge, overshadowed with a vast umbrella, and appeared in everything the reverse of Oakum, being a tall, thin young man, dressed in this manner: a white hat, garnished with a red feather, adorned his head, from whence his hair flowed upon his shoulders, in ringlets tied behind with a ribbon. His coat, consisting of pink-coloured silk, lined with white, by the elegance of the cut retired backward, as it were, to discover a white satin waistcoat embroidered with gold, unbuttoned at the upper part to display a brooch set with garnets, that glittered in the breast of his shirt, which was of the finest cambric, edged with right Mechlin: the knees of his crimson velvet breeches scarce descended so low as to meet his silk stockings, which rose without spot or wrinkle on his meagre legs, from shoes of blue Meroquin, studded with diamond buckles that flamed forth rivals to the sun! A steel-hilted sword, inlaid with gold, and decked with a knot of ribbon which fell down in a rich tassel, equipped his side; and an amber-headed cane hung dangling from his wrist. But the most remarkable parts of his furniture were, a mask on his face, and white gloves on his hands, which did not seem to be put on with an intention to be pulled off occasionally, but were fixed with a curious ring on the little finger of each hand.

[Henry Ingram, 7th Viscount Irwin and His Wife Anne, oil on canvas, c. 1745, by Philippe Mercier, via Art UK.]

On the 28th of July 1780 the London Courant reports:

A few days ago, a Macaroni made his appearance in the Assembly-room at Whitehaven, in the Following dress: a mixed silk coat, pink sattin waistcoat and breeches, covered with an elegant silver nett, white silk stockings with pink clocks, pink sattin shoes and large pearl buckles, a mushroom coloured stock, covered with a fine point lace; his hair dressed remarkably high, and stuck full of pearl pins.

On the 6th of August 1792 The Weekly Entertainer published Sketches and Portraits form the Life by Simon Tueopnrastus which included the following description:

Mercator was a youth of some genius and expectation, but by a strange perverseness of disposition, notwithstanding the extreme natural stiffness of his limbs, he had acquired an early attachment to the most finical and effeminate finery; so that, while yet a boy, he would exhaust every expedient of a fertile invention to procure a laced waistcoat, or the most foppish toy; would dangle a watch-string, with brass seals, from each fob, at a time when the frugal care of his parents would not permit him to wear a watch in either; and would strut in a fine pair of second-hand pink silk breeches, and a light blue coat, with all the formal dignity of—a soldier upon the parade.

[Left: Thomas King in "The Clandestine Marriage", oil on canvas, c. 1792, by Samuel De Wilde, via Yale Center for British Art.

Right: Edward Payne, oil on canvas, by Arthur Devis, via Art UK.]

While pink is mentioned in these descriptions of feminine men's dress it's not singled out as the girl colour the way pink would become in the 20th century. I would argue pink is seen as effeminate not because pink is a uniquely feminine colour but because it was used in fashionable dress. In 18th century England being interested in fashion was seen as an frivolous female trait. Men who showed too much interest in fashion were mocked and ridiculed for their gender nonconformity. "A Man must sink below the Dignity of his Nature, before he can suffer his Thoughts to be taken up on so trivial an Affair, as the Chosing, Suiting, and Adjusting the Adornments of his Person," complains a letter published on the 8th of May 1731 in Read's Weekly Journal, or British Gazetteer:

Decency of Garb ought inviolably to be preserved; nor can there be possibly an Excuse for Dressing like a Merry-Andrew: Rich and coloured Silks are in themselves effeminate, and unbecoming a Man; as are, in short, all Things that discover Dress to have been his Study 'Tis in vain for a Fop of Quality, to think his Title will protect him.

[Left: Madame de Pompadour (detail), oil on canvas, c. 1756, by François Boucher, via Alte Pinakothek.

Right: Elizabeth Wrottesley, later Duchess of Grafton, oil on canvas, c. 1764-5, by Thomas Gainsborough, via National Gallery of Victoria.]

English fashion was highly influenced by French fashion. A popular colour scheme in French fashion was green and pink. A famous example of this colour pairing can be seen in François Boucher's portrait of Madame de Pompadour (above left), she is depicted in a green gown with pink bows and flowers. You can see and example of how this style inspired English fashion in Thomas Gainsborough's portrait of Elizabeth Wrottesley (above right), who is depicted in a green gown with a floral pattern adorned with pink, white and green striped bows.

[Left: Sir Harry Fetherstonhaugh, oil on canvas, c. 1776, by Pompeo Batoni, via Wikimedia.

Right: Francis Lind, oil on canvas, c. 1775, by George Romney, via Mackinnon Fine Art.]

Fashionable Englishmen were also inspired by these French designs. Horace Walpole refers to the popularity of the colour combination writing to Lady Ossory on the 19th of February 1774 "If I went to Almack's and decked out my wrinkles in pink and green like Lord Harrington, I might still be in vogue". Almack's is referring to Almack's Assembly Rooms on Pall Mall which is believed to be the inspiration for the Macaroni Club. (see Pretty Gentleman by Petter McNeil p52-55) In a letter to Lord Harcourt on the 27th of July 1773 Walpole writes of "Macaronis lolling out of windows at Almack's like carpets to be dusted."

[Left: Detail of Stephen Fox from The Hervey Conversation Piece, oil on canvas, c. 1738-40, by William Hogarth, via Fairfax House.

Middle: Sir William Jones, oil on canvas, c. 1769, by Francis Cotes, via Art UK.

Right: Portrait of a Gentleman, oil on canvas, by George Romney.]

Men who wore green seem to have been just as much, if not more, at risk of being ridiculed, or even assaulted, for the colour of their clothes as those who wore pink. In Pierre Jean Grosley's A Tour to London (originally published 1772) he recalls traveling with a young English surgeon who was harassed by Londoners due to his green French frock coat:

At the first visit which he paid me in London, he informed me, that, a few days after his arrival, happening to take a walk thro' the fields on the Surry side of the Thames, dressed in a little green frock, which he had brought from Paris, he was attacked by three of those gentlemen of the mobility, who, taking him for a Frenchman, not only abused him with the foulest language, but gave him two or three slaps on the face: "Luckily, added he in French, I did not return their ill language; for, if I had, they would certainly have thrown me into the Thames, as they assured me they would, as soon as they perceived I was an Englishman, if I ever happened to come in their way again, in my Paris dress."

[littlefanficprincess]

umm hii so i saw you write for sonic, and so if its alright, id like to make a request.

can you write a platonic shadow and reader oneshot that takes place after sonic adventure 2 and before shadow 05, when he lost his memory and is back on earth. the reader takes him in bc maybe shadow is injured or some other reason that requires him to be dependent on someone else, since i know shadow can technically heal himself but maybee we can stretch the canon a tiny bit. also shadow REALLY denies that he needs care and doesnt wanna be taken care of, but the reader doesnt rlly give him a choice. anyways, the reader takes care of him and becomes a sorta older sibling/parent figure.

for the reader, id like her to be fem and human. id also like for her personality to be quick witted, sassy, a bit neurodivergent if youre comfortable with writing that, and sorta closed off but cares a lot. think rouge from sonic prime, maybe.

you have full creative freedom with what exactly happens, but id like there to be some domesticity and hurt/comfort. sorry this is long and weird and oddly specific, i just rlly wanna adopt shadow ;-;

I will protect you

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Pairing: Shadow x Fem! Human! Reader (platonic)

Synopsis: Shadow crashes into the backyard where a human finds him and lets him under her wing.

(A/n): I am so sorry this took so long to get out, I struggled writing this cause usually I have strong idea before writing. I am autistic myself so I tried giving her some of my traits

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Falling through the atmosphere like a comet, Shadow's form began to burn up. At light speed, he crashes into the ground, creating a crater where he landed.

Meanwhile a woman jumps awake, falling onto the floor. She groans, sitting up. The sudden shake of the house woken up from her slumber along with rocking her off the couch. "What was that, an earthquake?" She questions, getting up with a grunt.

She strolls her living room, going towards the kitchen. She pauses when she sees light in the corner of her eye, she turns her head to find her backyard on fire. "Crap!" She snatches the fire extinguisher from the kitchen, rushing outside and using it to stop the fire.

The (h/c)nette sighs in relief when the flames disappear. She notices there was a big hole in the grass, in the middle of it was a creature covered in black and red quills. They were covered in burn marks, along with other wounds.

She pounders if it was smart to bring this unknown creature into her home. She let out a sigh, giving in. She slowly approaches the critter, she gently picks them up. (Y/n) walks back into her home, placing the creature on the couch.

She enters the kitchen again, taking this time the first aid kit from the wall. She appears back at the side of the figure laying on the couch. She carefully uses bandages to cover his wounds and ice for his burn marks.

She yawns, "That is enough for today" she mutters to herself. She leaves and enters her bedroom, where she shortly fell asleep.

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The next morning rolls around. (Y/n) drags herself out of bed and downstairs, stretching her stiff limbs. She enters her living room to check on the creature. She finds them on the floor, struggling to get up.

"Why are you crawling around? You are too hurt for all of that" She questions. She grabs him by the shoulders, placing him back to sit on the couch.

They groan, placing their hand on their head. Their red eyes scan the room, before turning to the woman in front of him. "Where am I..? Who are you?" They ask, squinting their eyes.

"You're at my house, you crashed into my backyard" (Y/n) explains, pointing her thumb towards her backyard. "The name is (Y/n). So what is yours, crasher?"

The dark colored hedgehog opens his mouth to speak, but suddenly clutches his head in pain. "I need to go" He says. He jumps off the couch, almost falling through his knees.

The human was quick to catch him, placing him back in the position he was before. "No way, you barely even stand on your two feet" (Y/n) refused, shaking her head. "I'll make you a cup of tea and you go tell me how you ended falling from the sky"

Shadow silently watches as the adult walks out of sight and back into the kitchen. He tries to remember anything, but it just goes blank. He hadn't even realised (Y/n) had returned with a cup of tea, holding it out for him. He hesitantly takes it, holding it in his gloves hands.

Taking a seat next to the injured creature, (Y/n) turns to him. "So why did you fall from the sky? Are you from another planet or something?" She asks, taking a sip from her own cup.

"I don't remember..." Shadow mumbles, looking down at the brown water in the cup. He sees his own reflection, a distorted one.

(Y/n) raises her eyebrows in surprise and confusion. "Do you remember your name?" She questions him, frowning when she sees him shaking his head. "I can't let you go with your memory gone, especially because you aren't human" she declares.

She leaves again, off to prepare a room for him. As she turns on the light of the room, revealing it was almost empty. She let out a sigh, thinking back to the room's original purpose.

Once she made it presentable, she walked back down. She finds that the hedgehog is still looking down at the cup, it was already cold by then. “Not your cup of tea, huh?” She jokes, taking the cup from his hands and placing it on the table. “Let’s get you some rest” She carefully grabs his hand, leading him upstairs.

Shadow looks up at the woman, like a child gazing at their mother. There was something familiar to it, but he couldn't muster anything from his mind. He wanted to lean against her but he stopped himself, he still didn't trust her much. He slightly struggles as he walks up the tall stairs. He watches as she opens a door, motioning for him to go inside. Hesitantly, he lets go of her hand and walks into the room.

A room with only a bed, a dresser and a desk was waiting for him. He takes a seat on the bed, noting that it was quite soft. “If you need, just give me a call. I’ll be in my room” (Y/n) tells him, using her thumb to point to a room with a (f/c) door. She only received a nod, that was enough for her. She walks out the bedroom, closing the door behind herself.

Watching the door close, Shadow turns his gaze down. His mind was blank, it would sting if he tried remembering anything. He lays down on the soft bed, looking at the ceiling. Slowly closing his eyes.

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(Y/n)’s eyes snap open when she hears grunting and crying. She sits up, getting out of bed. Her form drags itself out of the room, towards the room where Shadow was in on her tipy-toes. She softly opens the door.

There she finds Shadow moving around on the sheets, his hands twitching. His breathing was uneven and fast, his eyes were squeezed shut.

Approaching him, (Y/n) places her hand on his shoulder and gently shakes him ,“Hey, wake up” she mutters. She lets out a small gasp when his hand latch onto her wrist. She tries tugging herself out of his grasp but no luck.

But it seemed like he had calmed down at the touch, so she stopped trying. The woman takes a seat next to the bed, listening to his breathing. She wondered what she was dreaming about, perhaps something from his past.She leans against the bed, her head resting on the mattress. Once again, she fell asleep but with someone by her side. Even if it was uncomfortable, she didn't mind it.

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Shadow lets out a small grunt, getting up. He noticed that his hand had clamped onto something. He turns his head down, noticing he was holding onto the human. “What are you doing?” He asks her.

Rubbing her eyes, (Y/n) yawns. “Good morning, sunshine. You were holding onto me like I would disappear and you are surprisingly strong” She says, getting up as Shadow lets go of her. “Now let's get your bath, you’re stinky” (Y/n) mentions, brushing the wrinkles out of their shirt.

She led him to the bathroom, the hedgehog didn't say anything. The woman drew a bath, the tub slowly filling up. Shadow places his hands on the edge of the tub, peeking. “Alright drop the shoes and gloves, I’ll wash those” (Y/n) instructs.

Shadow steps out of big shoes. He reaches for the ring around his wrist, he flinches when he touches it. (Y/n) frowns, noticing it. “Alright, the rings stay on. I’ll hold them while you pull off the glove” She gets on her knees to be closer to his level.

He hesitantly lets her hold the ring as pushes the glove off, doing the same with the other hand. He watches as she puts his clothing in a basket. He gets onto the stool that stood in front of the tub. First he put his right foot in and then he proceeded to slip and fall face first into the water.

“Woah!” (Y/n) yelps, pulling Shadow up. The morbian didn’t seem too faced, a mellow expression on his face. “You okay there bud?” She asks, not getting an answer. She carefully places him down to sit in the tub. It was somewhat awkward, feeling like you were bathing your sentient pet.

To lighten up the mood, the human scoops up some foam and places it on Shadow’s head, giving him an odd foam hat. (Y/n) chuckles at how ridiculous he looked. She had barely a moment to react before she was met with foam to the face. Wiping it off she notices Shadow had a proud smirk on his face.

”Oh you little brat” (Y/n) grins, before throwing back the foam. Not long after a foam throwing fight broke out.

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(Y/n) and Shadow sat on the couch, the former had to change her top cause her previous one got soaked by their little war. After rummaging through DVD’s, Batman chose a Batman movie.

The moment was interrupted by her phone going off. Shadow slightly turns his head slightly, eyeing the vibrating electronic. She picks it up, accepting the call.

“Heyyy girlfriend!” An obnoxious voice came through the phone. “So like Omari couldn't make it so we have another ticket to Skull crusher, so you should totally join us” The person on the other side invited (Y/n).

Glancing to Shadow, (Y/n) answers: “As much I like to hang with you guys, I can’t. I have to take care of this…cat, yeah. Have a nice day”, she hangs up.

“I can take off myself, you don’t have decline plans just because of me” Shadow mutters, not taking his eyes off the tv.

(Y/n) places the phone down. “Don’t worry about it. I don't like concerts anyway, they're too bright and loud for me” She explains.

A few minutes later, while watching the movie. (Y/n) feels something on her shoulder. She glances at the direction, seeing it was Shadow who had fallen asleep. She smiles, “goodnight”.

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